Indica. Scissor Paper Rock (№ 321104)

You can brood by a brook
And whisper to water
Don't worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows
It fills the holes and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon
You can swoon in the sunset
Don't hurry, your world won't disappear
See the waves that drape the shore
They fill the holes and souls grow whole and old.
You can meditate by the Creek
And whisper on the water -
Don't worry, sunset will wipe your tears.
See how the daylight pours -
He fills the void, and souls healed.
Take your time to howl at the moon
Or pause at the end of the day;
Your world will not disappear.
Look at the waves that wash the shore
They fill voids,
And soul heal and grow.